This is a post for Wade Wallace’s blog www.cyclingtipsblog.com I wrote back at the end of 2009. When I re-read it, I was pretty tempted to rewrite it, but it was what I thought at the time. I probably should do some edit to it, but here it is in it’s entirety, including the intro from Wade. I’m certainly not above the odd cut and paste when the need arises. Here is the link to the article as it first appeared. www.cyclingtipsblog.com/2009/12/epo-trial-report/
Heading off from the training camp saw us faced with a full day of driving to get to Shepparton for the Oceania Road Cycling Championships. Somehow through the years the call of “road trip” has lost a bit of it’s lustre. We headed off pretty early in the morning, just to have some time up our sleeves in case we needed some contingency planning. On the whole, the drive went pretty well. With a few driver swaps and quick meal stops, it’s amazing how much distance you can cover in a big country. Read More
So, here I am in sunny rAdelaide for the pre-Oceania Championships training camp. Most of the time it has been sunny, except for the morning when I had the time to go for a ride. The weather looked pretty woeful and I thought that my chance may have been missed, but then it seemed to clear. I quickly threw on my kit and rolled out. Read More
Last friday I was lucky enough to spend the day in Canberra at the AIS. I was invited for the day to do some protocol training in relation to working as a soignie. I was like a kid in a candy store. Read More
I came across the medical report from the big spill I had a while back. After the run down of the injuries was the term “gravel debrided”. There is something about this phrase that I love. It sounds so clinical and so thorough, almost comforting, yet it involves a fair amount of discomfort. Or in my case, considering I’d slid down the road after being tossed over the bars at 60kph, pain. I happened to have a fair amount of gravel that needed debriding. Read More
One of the joys of working in a new city as a messenger was finding my way around with a map. The power of the map was indisputable. It could tell me where I was and how to get to where I needed to be, and the less I used it, the more I felt at home.
Now the GPS, I’m not so sure of, and here’s a lesson well learnt in the need to have a map.. While working the Tour of Wellington with the AIS/Jayco squad, I hooked up with some local soignies to follow them out to the feed zone. The man in the lead headed us up the motorway and before long turned us off onto a gravel road. At this point I wondered why the hell we were off the main road, but I figured local knowledge was in force. Read More
My number hasn’t changed and my hands are still the same.
As part of my entry into the 21st century, I am updating the Impact Massage website. The plan is that in the near future this site will no longer be static, but a blog of my adventures as a soigneur and massage therapist.
You never know, I may end up with a multi-platform thingamajig. Definitely making the effort to drag my sorry techno-peasant self into the modern age. As long as I can bring a bike or two, everything should turn out ok.